The Pucking Wrong Rookie (Pucking Wrong #5)

by C.R. Jane

To my red flag renegades who know it was always about more than the red flags with these men…

I mentally added a “King” to the front of Lincoln’s name. Not that I was ever going to tell a single soul that I did that. Wouldn’t want to be labeled “a simp.” The team already had one too many of those. *Cough* Walker Davis *Cough*.

Okay then. So she had really bad taste in men. I’d just have to fix that for her.

“Any way we can forget that happened?” I finally muttered to Lincoln, side-eyeing him because I wasn’t brave enough to look him in the face. “Not a fucking chance,” he answered with a smirk, his attention glued to where Walker had just made a save.

Sloane was an escort.

Bingo !

If she wouldn’t date me, I would hire her. I’d pay whatever it took to make sure she didn’t have time for any other clients. For as long as it took… Until she fell in love with me.

Ari: I did. I made a note about how I was outraged that once again I wasn’t getting the attention I deserved. It says right here: “Another simp infiltrated the group.”

I avoided Ari’s eyes when he skated by. “Simppppp,”

“I hired you because you wouldn’t go out with me. And the thought of anyone else touching you made me want to kill someone. This is my solution.” His voice softened, but the intensity was still there. “But make no mistake, sweetheart, the last thing I think of you is that you’re a whore. I’ll get you flowers every week for the rest of our lives, just so you know who you are.”

“I meant what I said…the fact that money is involved is only to make sure that no one else touches you while I make you fall in love with me.” He let my neck go before taking my hand and leading me toward the door like he’d simply complimented my dress. I pulled on his hand, and we came to a stop at the door as he looked back at me questioningly. “You’re not actually serious about all this, right? This can’t go on forever…and there will be other clients.” He didn’t blink. “If another man touches you, I’ll kill him.”

“Well, I can’t wait to see something you’ve painted. We can hang them all over our house.”

“I want you,” he said roughly. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I want you more than hockey, more than money…more than fucking air. Tell me I can finally have you, Sloane.” He took a deep breath. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

Love…it’s bigger than the pain. It’s stronger than the past.”

Lincoln: Everything you need to bury him. Use the server I gave you to send it as an anonymous tip so you don’t get caught up in it. The PI removed you and Sloane’s names from the docs. Don’t screw this up. Me: How the fuck do you always have this stuff ready to go so fast? His response came almost immediately. Lincoln: It’s a Circle of Trust thing.